Coffee Love

Chapter Ten

Omo Omo Omo

I stood there in shock and freight looking at Cole like the plague ready to ruin my life. It’s like just when I think things for the day couldn’t get any worse, here he comes. I mean really life, well fate, really likes messing with everybody, and I mean everybody. I swear she or he MUST be bored.

I was waiting for Cole to reply but he just kept staring me with a multiple of looks I could only take as frustration? Confliction? And of course a little disgust? I glared at him once I saw that. He didn’t look sick though, so I wondered why we couldn’t have this moment in school like I had with everyone else. I know work would have at least been easier then.

Now I have to look at his alluringly beautiful blue eyes all day. Man I love the way his shirt fit.

 No! no! I can’t think like this noooo, he’s here to plague my life with B.S., not look undeniably gorgeous every minute.

His lips look so soft and full. I wish I could remember exactly how they felt when we..

NOO DIE thought DIE !! I shook my head to drown these crazy thoughts.

Ugh, why wasn’t he just in school like every other normal person.

Unless… Unless he was trying to avoid me at all cost. His family must have told him he couldn’t miss work, they shouldn’t told him he couldn’t miss school either, like mine did me. Why me? Just why.

“Are you deaf? What the hell are you looking at ?!” I yelled completely fed up with this staring contest I didn’t feel like winning.

“Oh my bad, I was momentarily petrified considering you look quite similar to Susan Boyle” he said in a dull tone as he pushed passed me to his cubby a few rows from mine.

“Who the heck Susan Bowl” I said confused. What is he talking about now.

“Boyle. Look it up, it’d be just like looking into a mirror.” He said with a smirk. Okay now I know he was trying to insult cause he hardly ever smirks otherwise. Whoever this Susan Boyle was I could care less.

“Whatever” I turned hoping to just ignore him for the rest of the day. I really hope we don’t even bring up that stupid STUPID kiss.

‘Definitely an understatement. More like intense clothed intercourse’ my thoughts immediately came.

I don’t give a damn what it was, I just need to not think about it and hopefully hope for the highest hope that Cole wont either.

I started again to take off my hoody, ignoring the guy near me riffling through his cubby. I wanted to hurry up and get away from him, so I yanked my hoody off from the top, but as soon as I did that I felt a cool rush of air, and that could only mean that my work shirt was rising up with the hoody. I tried to free my captured hands to pull my shirt back down, but it was no use. So in a quick frenzy, I took the hoody off, throwing it in my cubby, and pulled my shirt back down. Which, to my horror, was midway up my the front of my bra.

My face lightly heated up from embarrassment and I snuck a glance at Cole. I felt a slight swoosh of flip in my stomach as I saw his eyes were trained on my chest slowly making it’s way up to my face. A look I don’t want to say, cause I know it couldn’t what I’m seeing.

My cheeks burned hotter with more embarrassment when our eyes connected. He quickly looked away, scowling. I hurriedly grabbed my name tag, locked my cubby up, and made a dash to the front.

Oh yeah that probably did it.

I’m definitely sure that’s reminding him of the night, unless he didn’t remember, then reminding him of the pictures and video. I placed my hand over my heart, since it picked up in speed.